“i’m Not Going To Pretend That You Weren’t A Huge Part Of My Life, Because You Were. You Were The

Do you ever just want to tell people that the little annoying things you do isn’t your fault it’s because of childhood trauma but then stop yourself because you know that’s attention seeking lmao

A letter I’ll never send…

I love you. You are my best friend and I’ve never loved anyone like I love you. And each day I continue to fall more in love with you, the more I realize how you’re slowly pulling away. But it’s because you don’t love me the way I love you. Because I am not her. You don’t love me the way you loved her. You gave her the random “I love you” texts and the endless phone calls because you missed her voice. You posted her on Instagram and surprised her with flowers when you knew she was having a bad day. You weren’t hesitant to show your love and hold her when she needed it. I want that. You tell me you just never want to fall that hard for someone again because it was unhealthy, but I know it’s because I’m not her. I want the endless phone calls and random “I love you” texts. I want to be surprised with flowers and be held when I’m having a bad day. I want more than anything to be her. Because you are my him. You are the one I will never forget, you are the one that everyone else will be compared to. In my eyes, you are my everything. But in your eyes, I’m just temporary.

“Unless you’ve crawled inside someone’s skin and felt the words that claw away at their throat and suffocate them during the night, you have no right to tell anyone to get over it or that they shouldn’t be upset.”

— Unknown  // I believe that more people should think like this.

The saddest word

“Do I mind texting first? No, I will show that I care about you. Do I mind texting first for weeks and basically talk to myself for a whole conversation? Yeah, I kinda do. So forgive me if I’m done trying.”

— you had your chances

““I just laugh now when I think about you and me, because it’s funny how I even let you get that close to me.””

— - wasted years

no matter what i do, I still ache. I still yearn for your touch, and every time i wake up I pray that it was all a bad dream - but im faced with the awful, painful, gut wrenching reality that: it isn’t a dream. it’s all real and you don’t love me anymore.